suppose the majesty
declared her vote for love
where would the world fall?
days gone of obedient lines
nodding to words of God’s Grace
helpless to their meanings
their madnesses
their greeds and troubles
now we’ve all cocooned
and, bursting forth in royal velvets
and silks,
cry laws and demands
on the world
crying
screaming
declaring
to no one
tamarind chew the delicate brush of sweet palate grown in full through sunlight and rain bowing blissfully to the attitudes of natural tendency surrendering without struggle automatic compliance and c
fall the petals of blooming peonies trace reflections of memories of sunlight down to feathering ground the newest nourishment paired with brilliant rays glorious in their expansive warmth to bring fo